"The past will return to claim its glory and rightful legacy."
~Tasmiya Shaik
SOUTHERN REGIONS OF ARANDUIL
Order of the Golden Phoenix
Saturday
17:18
Avery's premonition of death and ruin that ravaged Alvgard's lands and wrought wicked malice into the realm's core began to monopolize her sanity perpetually. Fervent anxiety coiled in the back of her throat, and her heart pulsed with an ominous fear. A sign that even in the purest and brightest of beings, darkness descends to thrive on invading the harmony. Darkness? What an outrageous ideology. She, an enchantress, affected by the evil? Surely not. Or perhaps her light had already been corrupted? Those were not the thoughts of a being of light.
